Sandra O'Connell
  • Voluntourism exposes Guatemala’s soul

    My first impression of Guatemala was one that made my eyes leak. The glassy ripple of a lake shimmered across my pupils as I witnessed a surprise homecoming at Guatemala City airport.

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  • Short Story: When the breeze comes

    Last November, I entered the Canada Writes Short Story competition. My entry didn't make the long list, but I thought I'd share it here.

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  • Touch me

    I touch things. Feel. Pet. Caress. I connect with my hands. My arms. My lips. My feet.

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  • Dear Nephew

    Dear Nephew, You must do what makes you feel alive. Like the air is laced with endorphins. Like the sea is moving inside you.

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  • Short Story: Lust

    Lust was unpredictable. Her lust had its big bang somewhere between 1992 and 1994. She didn’t know its name at the time. Only that it was hungry.

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Deighton Cup - Two for the Bar
Portfolio

Vancouver Sun: Deighton Cup amuses all the senses

By On July 29, 2015

Originally published on the Vancouver Sun blog, July 27, 2015. People are their truest selves when at the crest of a rollercoaster as the wind hits the back of the throat; that… Read More

Kitchen
Ramblings

A life in boxes

By On July 13, 2015

I have been coming home to the same Shanghai Alley walls for ten years. The roommates have rotated, but the apartment has stayed the same – almost the same. Ceiling cracks stretch… Read More

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Ramblings

Kissing Italy

By On July 2, 2015

I’d like to introduce you to my lover. He’s foreign. His language is thick and rich. I wade through his sweet swamp of words, feeling them stick to my skin like chocolate… Read More

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Ramblings

A hazy definition of happiness

By On March 16, 2015

Happiness can’t be defined by one thing. The emotion lives in little meaningful moments, long expanses of time, short sentences in thought. There are all these things in my every day that… Read More

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Ramblings

The age equation

By On February 21, 2015

Thirty-five. This always seemed like an adult age when I was not thirty-five. It felt old, ancient, unapologetically mature. But, now that I hold the number in my hands, I realize I… Read More

The Book
Fiction

I wrote a book

By On December 23, 2014

It sounds weird. Those four words. I wrote a book. Not real. Not actual. Not alive yet. It was a frustrating and arduous and incredible process. And now it’s done. Sort of.… Read More